Infinitely Losing My Edge

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Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.

I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.

But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.

I'm losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chrome. All the underground hits.

All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Oblivians, Nirvana, Sandy B, The Human League, Nas, Heaven 17, Cabaret Voltaire, Moebius, Deadbeat, the Sonics, The Music Machine, the Normal, Quadrant, Mary Jane Girls, Jeru the Damaja, The Pretty Things, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Deakin, Bad Manners, Fear, Selector Dub Narcotic, The Men They Couldn't Hang, June of 44, Gerry Rafferty, Rosa Yemen, OOIOO, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Technova, Zero Boys, T. Rex, Quantec, Kango’s Stein Massive, Mad Mike, The Cure, Soft Machine, Television Personalities, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Brothers Johnson, B.T. Express, Sly & The Family Stone, The Young Rascals, The Star Department, Boogie Down Productions, Lalann, Buzzcocks, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Country Joe & The Fish, Public Image Ltd., Bauhaus, Anakelly, kango's stein massive, Maleditus Sound, The Associates, Television, Derrick Morgan, Main Source, Idris Muhammad, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Eve St. Jones, Absolute Body Control, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Young Marble Giants, Johnny Clarke, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.

You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)